From Complot to Potlatch by Bruno Bosteels

All militant agitation is arranged in waiting for the messianic "leap" that would launch the movement towards the final struggle for power. - Colectivo Situaciones, 19 & 20: Notes for a New Social Protagonism

In the face of capital's conspiracy there also forms the dream of another type of counter-conspiracy, a plot against the plot of capital: no longer an inverted reading, but a kind of exasperated flight forward into self-destruction and sacrifice. This is the sense in which we might understand the end of Ricardo Piglia's next to last novel, Plata quemada (Money to Burn). The narration of a real story that took place between September 27 and November 6, 1965, between Buenos Aires and Montevideo, the novel reconstructs the tragic destiny of a gang of thieves who, after robbing a bank, die in the midst of a form of collective suicide, their safe-house surrounded by the police-though not without first burning the money bills of their loot and throwing them out of the window, before the incredulous eyes of the multitude of onlookers who have gathered in the streets or in front of their television sets. Far from doing what for many would have been an act of poetic and distributive justice, by returning the money to the poor in the style of a postmodern Robin Hood, the gang thus takes the charge of criminality to its extreme by committing a sacrilegious sin against the supreme value of money itself. "Burning money is ugly, it's a sin. E peccato," says one of the thieves, whereas the indignant crowd in the street indulges in all kinds of rumors that go in the same direction of moral condemnation: